If I were a different person, I’d be running screaming from the room right now. Hades is a dangerous man and I knew that from the moment I met him. This information about Declan might be new, but it’s not surprising. For the first time, I’m realizing that Hercules is just as dangerous in a different way. He won’t play out a revenge scheme over the space of years, a spider in his web waiting for the unwary fly to come to him. No, Hercules will charge forth to do what he thinks is necessary with no thought to himself. He wouldn’t have waited for Declan to break the rules. He would have chased the man down and ensured he never got a chance to try.
I shouldn’t find that so sexy, either of these scenarios, but I’ve long since given up the concept of should.
Still, I can’t quite believe this is real. I take each of their hands and look down at them. “You mean it when you say you want this with us. Truly?”
“Yes.” Hercules doesn’t hesitate.
Hades lets me see him, lets me see exactly what he’s thinking for the first time in a long time. He planned this, yes, but he has his own reservations despite wanting this just as much as I’m afraid to. “Yes,” he says. He drags his thumb over my palm. “The question remains—do you?”
I laugh. I can’t help it. “It’s going to blow up in our faces.”
“No, it won’t.” Hercules sits up, and I’d have to be dead not to appreciate the way the muscles in his stomach flex when he does. “Come on, Meg. Let’s give it a shot.”
There’s really only one answer. There’s been only one answer from the moment I sat in that restaurant and Hades told me he wanted me to fuck a waiter. I look at Hercules and then Hades. Are they holding their breath the same way I am? I can’t be sure. I finally nod. “Yes. Let’s do this.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hercules
I kiss Meg. It seems only right after her agreement. She barely lets me sink into the taste of her when she pushes me back to the bed. “Hades?”
“Mmmm?”
She lightly rakes her nails down my chest, but her attention is on him where he reclines next to us. “Thank you for my gift.”
“Anything for you, love.” He gives Meg’s hair a tiny tug and she leans in to accept his mouth.
Every single time they’re together, touching, kissing, coming, I can barely breathe past the perfection of it. This time is no different. When Hades finally leans back and glances at me, his satisfaction rolls off him in a wave. “Voyeur.”
Meg twists to look at me. She takes in my body, my obvious desire, in a single sweep. “Oh, Hercules, we’re going to have such fun with you.” For once, she doesn’t seem tormented or angry. She’s grinning at me like I’ve gifted her the perfect present. Like I am the perfect present. Which I suppose is exactly what I am.
She kisses my jaw, neatly avoiding my mouth even as I turn to take hers, and moves down my body with an intention that has my cock going so hard I get a little light-headed. Hades takes my mouth even as Meg sucks my cock down, fighting against my length to seal her lips to the base of me. I groan and Hades swallows the sound, kissing me deeper. Claiming me. They overwhelm me, sensation bleeding into one another until there’s no room for anything but the way she drags her tongue up the underside of my cock like she’s licking her favorite ice cream or the way he grips my throat and urges my jaw to a different angle to allow him better access.
Theirs. I am theirs.
And they are mine.
I find Meg’s hair with one hand. I don’t guide her. I’m simply hanging on for dear life. I run my other hand down Hades’s chest to grip his cock. He chuckles against my mouth. The sound vibrates through me. He lifts his head. “Slow.” For a second, I think he’s talking to me, until he reaches down and drags Meg off my cock. She makes a protesting sound, but Hades is having none of it. He pushes her down onto the bed next to me and uses a hold on my throat to guide me to her mouth.
Kissing Hades feels like being thrown into a hurricane. Wild and free and a little terrifying. With Meg, it’s sinking into a pool of cool water. I want to stay here forever, to take every bit of her, to kiss her until it doesn’t matter where she ends or I begin because we are one. I tangle my fingers in her hair and give myself over to this. I’m only vaguely aware of Hades moving down her body, but when she moans, I can’t help but look.
Hades is always so controlled and restrained. It’s sexy as fuck. I won’t even lie and pretend it’s not. But he doesn’t look controlled or restrained right now. He holds Meg in place with a hand spread across her lower stomach and he’s going after her pussy like he’ll never get another chance to taste her again. Like he craves her coming on his face the same way he craves his next breath. He’s fucking lost for her.
In that moment, I know the truth. I’ve fallen for him. I’ve fucking fallen for both of them. No matter how little sense it makes. It’s the truth and not one I’m willing to fight.
I palm Meg’s breasts and nip her bottom lip. “Come all over his face.”
“Dirty boy.” She starts to reach for Hades, but I grab her wrists on instinct and guide them over her head. The scene makes me dizzy with desire. Both my hands and Hades’s holding her down. Keeping her in place until he’s done with her. Until we both are. I glance down to find Hades watching me.
He drags the flat of his tongue over her clit. “You know what to do.”
I guess I do. I climb up onto my knees, letting my weight press Meg’s wrists more firmly against the mattress. She moans and shoves against me, but not like she wants to get away. More like she enjoys knowing she can’t. I shift to grip both her wrists in one hand and use my other to stroke my cock. “Do you want a taste?”
She blinks hazy blue eyes at me. “Should have known you pick up some of Hades’s bossiness just by proximity.”
“He asked you a question, love.”
She lifts her head to glare down at Hades, but he pushes two fingers into her and it bows her back. “Damn it, yes, I want a taste.”
It takes me a second to find the right angle to allow me to guide my cock into her mouth. In her position, she can’t do more than take what I give her, and I have to fight not to come just from that knowledge alone. Meg sucks me down eagerly, fighting my hold as if I’m not going fast enough for her.
“Harder.” Hades’s sharp command lashes me. “Fuck her mouth, little Hercules. She can take it.” He gives her another long lick that has her moaning around my cock. “You know the drill if you get overwhelmed, love.” He must sense my question, because he elaborates. “She will tap with her foot and I will tell you to stop. Don’t hold back.” Hades gives me a slow grin. “I’m not going to when I fuck your ass later.”
My balls draw up and I curse softly.
I begin fucking Meg’s mouth. I trust her to communicate if it’s too much, and I trust Hades to tell me if she does. I find the right angle that will allow me deep. The way she relaxes to give me full access is so fucking hot, I can barely stand it. I experiment with long strokes and finally find a rhythm that works, fucking her just as Hades told me to. Just like I want to.